We're gone but not better

A lighted match can burn the cabin down he built

It's not long but it matters

Your suit and tie are much too tight in farmersville

My daughter's a goldmine combing the hair of the white waves

A fountain of saphires under the bridges of utah

Instilled in us ethics not by god, but by our choice

I can't even imagine

But i can see it

Tell them all to chop me off

With left handed scissors rusting when you're touched

On marble covered mountains you're the brimstone

When surrounded by comfort cotton floors are of no use

We see in our forecast what we lack in our pockets

Encompassed by standards and we give ourselves all the credit

I can't put my finger on it

But i can see it

Tell them all to chalk me out

With oval arms and hopscotch eyelids

On marble covered mountains you're my cargo

No, you're the brimstone

Yes, you're my cargo